Quotes from William Shakespeare

This is a lot of knocking! Come to think of it, if a man were in charge of opening the gates of hell to let people in, he would have to turn the key a lot.

Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their friends' gift? I should fear those that dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls, But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.

Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

And tell them that I will not come today. "Cannot" is false, and that I dare not, falser. I will not come today. Tell them so

Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Anything that's mended is but patched. Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin, and sin that amends is but patched with virtue

Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.

No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:

You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd: Whip me such honest knaves.

Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make the better fool.

Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

Aku seorang pekerja sejati, Aku makan dari hasil kerjaku, Membeli pakaian dengan uang sendiri, Aku tidak membenci orang lain, Tidak iri pada kebahagiaan orang lain, dan senang menyaksikan kesejahteraan orang lain.

That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.

for naught so vile on the Earth doth live, but to the Earth some special good doth give

She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow. She hath Dian's wit, And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, From love's weak, childish bow she lives uncharmed. She won't be assaulted by loving eyes, and she won't accept gifts of gold.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.

Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

WILL YOU YIELD AND THIS AVOID, OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROY'D?

I'll teach you differences.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things! O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey?

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough.

Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.